Outside, the autumn leaves were falling and the wind was cold.
But inside, the air was thick with a heavy, sweltering tension.
The youth and the mature woman—no, given Tsunade's age, she was a true milf—stared at each other.
One gaze was burning and aggressive; the other was bashful and evasive.
Tsunade had truly changed over the two years. Her heart had accepted him, but undressing herself was the limit of her initiative.
Expecting her to issue an explicit invitation was asking too much; she still had her dignity, after all.
Two years ago, when Saiki was unconscious, she had been quite happy to "self-serve" and ride him like a stallion.
The night before he left for the front, she had even performed a "forced take-over" to help him recover.
But back then, he was either out cold or she was acting out of a sense of desperate sacrifice.
Now, after a long separation and with him wide awake, she found herself feeling surprisingly shy.
Under Saiki's intense gaze, Tsunade felt as if her skin were being scorched by a flame.
She almost wanted to raise her hands to cover her chest.
Fortunately, the brat finally moved.
He walked over and sat beside her, sliding his arm around her narrow, yet fleshy waist.
The moment his skin touched hers, Saiki felt her body give a distinct shiver, though she fought to remain composed.
The way her hands gripped her own knees proved that her internal world was a chaotic storm.
Seeing her act so adorable, Saiki leaned in and whispered into her ear, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive neck.
"Sister Tsunade... you are so beautiful."
He wanted to say he missed her, but two years of meditative coma meant he had no concept of time; he decided to stay "honest" to his current feeling.
In this moment, words were secondary.
He raised his left hand and gently stroked her youthful face.
Their eyes met, sharing a silent confirmation of their bond, and Saiki leaned in to capture her lips.
He pulled back after a brief press, savoring her taste, then leaned in again.
This time, Tsunade closed her eyes.
Under his persistent probing, she parted her lips, allowing Saiki's tongue to invade her mouth.
Saiki tightened his grip on her waist, and her soft body naturally pressed against his.
Her hand rested on his thigh, supporting her weight as she leaned toward him.
As their tongues danced together, Saiki kept his eyes open, watching her.
Her long eyelashes trembled, betraying her lack of peace.
His hand roamed over her waist, feeling like he was touching the finest silk or a piece of warm, polished jade.
The wet kiss lasted for several minutes. When Saiki finally released her, Tsunade's face was painted with two peach-colored clouds, and she gasped for air.
Her amber eyes were glazed and shimmering with moisture.
"Sister Tsunade..." Saiki whispered, mesmerized.
"What is it?" she replied dizzily.
"You really are the most beautiful woman in the world," Saiki said with total sincerity.
Despite her embarrassment, Tsunade offered a confident smirk. "Of course I am."
"Heh." Saiki couldn't help but laugh.
Tsunade's eyebrows shot up. She glared at him. "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing," Saiki smiled. "I just realized how happy and lucky I am to be with you."
Tsunade huffed, but she looked away to hide her smile.
As she turned her head, her pale neck was exposed. Saiki's hand on her waist tightened, pulling her even closer.
He kissed her hot cheek, then moved to her neck.
"Don't... it tickles!" Tsunade giggled, trying to push his chest away.
It was a weak protest. She soon let him have his way.
Breathing in her intoxicating "mature woman" scent, Saiki kissed her neck, leaving a trail of love bites and moisture across her skin.
The stimulation was already making the sensitive Tsunade lose her composure. Her breathing grew heavy as she gripped his hair.
He moved from her neck to her rounded shoulders and exquisite collarbone, showering her with affection.
Then, he moved downward.
He cupped one of her gargantuan white breasts—which was far too large for a single hand to hold—and took the nipple into his mouth.
It was soft and tasted like sweet cream.
As Saiki began to feast on her, sucking and rolling the cherry with his tongue, Tsunade's breathing turned into ragged moans.
She pulled his head tight against her chest, burying his face in her fleshy abundance. He felt like he was drowning in her softness.
He kneaded the white mounds until they overflowed through his fingers. Only then did he reluctantly let go.
Tsunade's grip on his head loosened slightly.
Looking at her, seeing her flushed and dripping with arousal, Saiki remembered she hadn't been this sensitive two years ago.
She had truly "ripened" in his absence.
He kept his palms on her breasts, measuring them. "Sister Tsunade... I swear they've grown. Or did I just forget how massive they are?"
Tsunade didn't want to answer at first, but under his burning, investigative gaze, she finally whispered, "Mm."
Saiki was thrilled by the confirmation.
Tsunade felt a surge of pride at his obvious adoration.
After a few more minutes of "measurement," Saiki took her hand. "Sister, give me your hand."
"Why?" she asked, confused.
Saiki didn't explain. He guided her soft, small hand down to his groin.
Understanding his intent, Tsunade gave a token struggle before sighing and allowing him to lead her.
The feel of her cool, soft palm on his burning, throbbing member made Saiki let out a long, shuddering exhale.
Even though her hands were free of calluses, the sensation was entirely different from doing it himself. A woman's touch was magic.
When he was unconscious in the past, she had touched him before, but being guided by him while they were both awake felt entirely different.
She felt the weapon pulse in her hand in time with his heartbeat. The heat of it made her own ears feel like they were on fire.
Tsunade finally began to move her hand in sync with his rhythm. Saiki's other hand climbed back up to her snowy peaks, while his free hand slid down to explore her plump, round peach-cheeks and the mysterious "canyon" between them.
They sat on the edge of the bed, mutually comforting each other, until they were kissing again.
When the kiss broke, Saiki gave a slight push, and Tsunade fell back onto the mattress.
Her massive breasts flattened slightly with gravity, but Saiki gathered them together and buried his face in them again.
Tsunade was incredibly indulgent now. She let him bite and nuzzle her peaks, her hand gently stroking the back of his head.
But when she saw Saiki wasn't satisfied and began to move his head further down her body...
"Don't!" she whispered, realizing what he wanted.
"It's okay, Sister," Saiki soothed her.
He hadn't tasted anything this exquisite in two years. He buried his face between her thighs and took a deep, wet bite of her soft, fleshy mound.
He tasted a flood of sweet nectar.
"Ah!" A sharp moan escaped her nose. Tsunade bit her lip hard to stop herself from screaming. Her fingers dug into Saiki's hair, trying to push him away while simultaneously pulling him closer.
Saiki ignored her. He had been "starving." Facing this plump, succulent fruit, he intended to savor every drop.
Tsunade finally clamped her thighs shut around his head, forcing him to end the exploration.
When Saiki tried to kiss her again, she turned her head away. Saiki chuckled. "I'm not the one who should be disgusted, Sister. You were the one screaming in pleasure just now!"
Her face turned a shade of red that defied description. "You... have you no shame?! You brat!"
Saiki realized he shouldn't tease her too much or she might actually get angry.
He lifted her long, shapely legs and draped them over his shoulders, deciding it was time for the main event.
Despite her frantic attempts to protest, she could only let out a muffled groan as he drove himself home.
The sensation of being filled to the absolute brim sent a shockwave through her soul. Tsunade's eyes went out of focus as the physical ecstasy hit her.
Kushina was a mature woman, but she couldn't compare to Tsunade.
The thickness, the heat, and the sheer voluptuous pressure of a ripened woman's interior was terrifying.
If he hadn't already had a "warm-up" with Kushina, Saiki felt he might have surrendered within minutes of entering Tsunade.
But thanks to his earlier session, he had the control to endure.
Tsunade was "fully cooked." And since Saiki was in the prime of his youth and she was a legendary Sannin, he didn't hold back.
He launched a ferocious, storm-like assault, and Tsunade proved she could take every bit of it.
The room was filled with the sound of ragged breathing, suppressed moans, and the rhythmic, wet slapping of a high-speed battle.